Wilde Women: Winnie Wilde Romance Series
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On a visit to Florida to visit her widowed mother, Winnie learns that when it comes to the Wilde women, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Her spirited elderly mother wants to remarry, but the groom's family objects. A handsome doctor is just the medicine Winnie needs for family-induced headaches.
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Wilde Women - Sue Ann Jaffarian
CHAPTER ONE
Winnie Wilde stopped chewing as she watched Ben Church study the book in his hand.
"A Handyman Can?" Ben asked, holding the book up in her direction. On the cover was a young, sandy blond, well-built shirtless man in jeans, sporting six-pack abs. A heavy tool belt hung at a jaunty angle low on his slim hips, teasing by their weight to reveal more of the man’s perfect body. The book’s title was A Handyman Can. The author was Elle Crenshaw, Winnie’s pen name.
Winnie was perched on a stool at the combination kitchen island and breakfast bar in her kitchen wearing a short silk robe of sage green. In her hands she cradled a ceramic bowl of high-fiber cereal with almond milk and blueberries. Right before taking her first bite of breakfast, she’d handed Ben the book. She swallowed the cereal in her mouth. It’s kind of a riff on an old song called The Candy Man Can which was long before your time.
She flashed him a wide sassy grin. Besides, I have first-hand knowledge that the handyman can and does.
She stirred the cereal with her spoon. Sorry, but the word contractor didn’t have the same zing in the title.
Ben Church was a contractor and Winnie’s lover for the past five months. With him at twenty-eight and her at fifty, he was also more than twenty years her junior. They’d met while running, but had gotten close when he made repairs on her prior home. He’d also been the contractor who’d bought and remodeled the cute little house they were in right now, which Winnie had purchased from him four months earlier.
I know the candy man song,
he told her. It’s from the Willie Wonka movie, the one with Gene Wilder. I love that movie.
Yes, you’re right. It is originally from that movie.
He waved the book in her direction. Why didn’t you tell me you were working on this?
You knew I was writing.
Yeah, but not something like this, and I sure as hell didn’t know that you’d finished a book and had published it.
He put the book down and picked up his own cereal bowl. He was on his second helping. How is that even possible in four months?
Four and a half actually,
she answered.
Winnie wanted to snap at him, saying that he would have known if he’d been around more in the last month or two, but she held her tongue. Instead, she studied Ben as he leaned back against her kitchen counter eating his cereal. He was freshly showered and wearing only black boxer briefs that clung to his lower body with delicious tightness. The smattering of fine dark hair on his firm chest trailed between his pecs down across his flat stomach, disappearing beneath the low waistband of his briefs. She felt a tingle between her legs, remembering how he’d looked just an hour earlier naked in her bed. While he waited for her response, he latched his blue-gray eyes on her with interest. Ben’s skin was the color of coffee with a lot of cream. He got that and his thick black hair from his Latina mother. His striking eyes he got from his father, who was as pale as the milk in their cereal bowls.
Although Ben hadn’t said anything, Winnie had sensed that in the past couple of months he’d been dating other women. He wasn’t cheating on her. They had agreed at the beginning of their relationship that they would not be exclusive and would be good friends with benefits. In fact, it had been Winnie who had insisted on it. She’d just come out of a dull, loveless marriage and wasn’t looking for anything long-term. At the time they met, Ben was between relationships and admittedly dated and bedded a long list of women, many of whom were Winnie’s age. It seemed the perfect arrangement. They had a lot of respect, admiration, and even love for each other, but were not in love with each other. For the first two months of their relationship, Winnie was pretty sure she was the only woman Ben was dating as they were almost inseparable. At some point, she felt a slight shift in his attention, like a small tremor rather than an earthquake. Ben still called regularly and came over, and they went to dinner and on dates, but it was less often. When he was with her, she felt as if he’d left part of himself someplace else, like a sneaker forgotten at the gym. Then suddenly, he would be back in her life and her bed with gusto. A week or two later, the pattern repeated. She said nothing. She had no hold on him and wasn’t ready to give him up any more than he seemed ready to move away from her permanently. Last night and early this morning, Ben had made love to her like a thirsty man being given water, and Winnie sensed that she was once again his only lover.
Once I got settled in this house,
she explained, I had little to do except write and I got inspired by this particular story.
She quickly shifted her eyes away from him and back. It’s not a long book and I banged out the first draft in just over one month, then showed it to Ann Marie Hattersley.
Your writing instructor?
Ben asked. Kathy’s friend?
Yes, but I’m not taking any of her classes right now. Ann Marie always liked my work and said if I finished something, she’d want to see it. I was actually working on something else, when I got the idea for this book.
A wide grin split Winnie’s face horizontally, this time without any guilt for the story’s inspiration. Ann Marie about wet herself with excitement after reading it. She said it could be a hot seller and encouraged me to self-publish it.
But why self-publish?
Ben asked right before shoveling his last bite of cereal into his mouth.
She told me these romances do well self-published, especially in e-book format, and if I tried to get it published through a publishing house it would take a very long time and they would get most of the money.
Winnie picked up her coffee mug and took a big swig. I figured I had nothing to lose by trying to go independent, which is what they call self-published authors these days. Besides teaching writing, Ann Marie does freelance editing. I hired her to do the editing work and she turned it around quickly. After that, I went back to the computer and worked it over until it was polished. Ann Marie also gave me a list of book cover designers and other support services. While she was editing, I looked into those people and hired one to design the cover.
Winnie ran a hand through her curly silver hair. It’s been a wild ride of editing back and forth, proofreading, revisions and everything else that goes with putting out a book so quickly. Now we’re into marketing and Ann Marie is using her contacts to help get reviews and the word out about the book, while I try my best to build my social media presence.
Ben put his empty cereal bowl in the sink and stepped forward until he was leaning across the island in front of her. But you could have told me, Win. I would have supported you any way I could.
He looked hurt and sincere. Winnie was very happy she hadn’t said anything about him seeing other women.
She shrugged. You’ve been so busy flipping your latest house and with Church Construction that I didn’t want to bother you.
He reached out and stroked her arm. Never feel I’m too busy for you, Win. No matter what.
He paused before adding, Even if it seems like I’m not around much, I’m still here for you. Remember that.
She placed a hand over his. His body felt as comfortable to her as her own. I also didn’t know how it would turn out,
she told him, so I kept it quiet from everyone but Ann Marie and Kathy.
And how is it going?
He covered her hand with his other.
Again, she shrugged. Hard to say, since it was just released last week, but Ann Marie says the early sales are promising. Now she wants me to crank out another in the next few months, claiming it will build my readership quicker than delaying the next book.
Ben nodded. I can see that. The more product that’s out there, the more the sales will feed off of each other and build.
He turned back to the counter, picked the book back up, and turned back to her, holding it out for inspection. I thought you said it was only out in e-book?
Most of the sales will be from the e-book edition, but it’s available in print format too.
He was quiet for a few seconds, his eyes focused down at the book in his hands. Is this about us?
She blushed, the slight guilt returning. Let’s just say it was inspired by our early relationship.
He read a line from the back cover out loud, Hot and steamy. Every woman should have a handyman and his tools.
He laughed and flipped through some of the pages. Is our sex life in here, too?
She looked sheepish. Some of it. Do you mind?
He took a deep breath. Nah. Besides it looks like you haven’t used my name and the guy on the front doesn’t look like me.
I made sure of that,
Winnie told him.
Ben laughed as he studied the cover. And what guy wouldn’t want to be the sex object of millions of women?
Well, we’ve hardly sold millions.
He put the book down on the counter. Not yet, Ms. Crenshaw, but I have faith in you.
That’s your copy, Ben. I even signed it to you.
Ben picked it back up and flipped to the inside. To Ben, the man who helped me spread my wings,
he read out loud. Love, Winnie.
He looked up at her, his eyes twinkling with delight. Thank you, Winnie. I will treasure this forever.
He paused, flashing a slight smirk, But if you don’t mind, I won’t show it to my mother.
She laughed. All other books will be signed with my pen name,
she told him with a wink. So that one’s very special.
Do your kids know that you’re using your married name on these books?
he asked. Do they even know about them?
Chet does,
Winnie answered, talking about her son. I told him about the book last week when it came out, so I’m sure Tiffany knows by now. I wasn’t sure I should tell them, then thought since this is a part of my life, they need to know about it.
Are you still leaving messages for Tiffany.
Yes, and she’s still ignoring me.
I am so sorry, Win,
Ben said with sadness, She’s been holding that grudge for five months now. I would have bet she would have thawed by now.
Nope.
Winnie set her jaw to keep from crying. I’m not sure she ever will. My daughter is more like her father than I care to admit. She may never come around. I didn’t even get a Mother’s Day card from her this year. First time ever.
Ben came around the island and slipped his book into the pocket of a backpack that was hanging from one of the kitchen stools. I still say she will eventually. Just give it time.
Anxious to move the conversation away from her estranged daughter, Winnie asked, Are you really going to read that book?
He looked at her with surprise. Of course. I’ll read it during lunch breaks on the job, although I might have to put it in a brown paper wrapper so my dad and the crew don’t see it.
He moved to stand in front of Winnie and wrapped his arms around her, planting a kiss just below her right ear. Are you still leaving for Florida on Monday?
Yes. I put off my travel plans to finish the book and now my mother is antsy for me to visit. She won’t tell me why, but whenever I talk to her, she seems very excited.
Are you going to show her that book?
Are you kidding? My mother devours books like that. She’ll be so proud, she’ll probably announce it in her senior citizen newsletter.
Ben laughed